What I love best about foot worship is sharing. She shares her body, and I share my devotion. Sharing is one of those acts of human connectedness that shatters differences and harmonizes souls and perspectives. Pretty much any consensual act between people is an act of sharing.

While you don’t need a safe word when sucking toes, she does need to feel it’s cool that you’re sucking them. I understand how weird it is for women to let men suck their toes; the idea of someone sucking mine freaks me out. Yet when I find someone who lets me worship her feet, or even better someone who enjoys it herself, I feel an enormous level of gratitude. It fuels my lust and floods the veins of my cock.

Suddenly I’m no longer sucking her toes or biting her heels or vigorously caressing the calves of her leg, but I’m face deep in your crotch, loving her clit and gaining territory gradually until I’m embracing her lips with mine and then… god.

It’s not just her feet. It’s her. It’s her body I’m worshipping when I’m worshipping her feet, and it’s all these other symbols of human connectedness that amplifies the moment. Worship has many connotations in our society (I’d like to examine them in another post), but in this instance, it’s a craving to please and be pleased.